Christine Thiele is a free lance writer, high school teacher, and a former professional and volunteer youth minister. She has written for The Journal of Student Ministries, YouthWorker Journal , Grief Digest, OpentoHope.com and is a contributing author in Open to Hope, Inspirational Stories of Healing After Loss and several other essay collections. Along with her writing, Christine is raising her two young sons. Since her husband’s death in 2005 from pancreas cancer, her writing has been focused on grief and healing issues.
Memoirs from Widow Island 
nice blog.
Thanks!
My husband died of pancreatic cancer two months ago. I know about waiting. I’m learning about remembering and moving forward. I like what I read so far, and right now I feel so different from of everyone, that is something. Thanks.
Dear Phyllis, I am so sorry for your loss. At only two months, I was still in such shock that my husband was sick, let alone that he had died. I hope some of my words and journey can bring you comfort. Know that I hold you in my heart and I am so sorry.
Your sister in pain and hope,
Chris
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I recently began blogging after my 11 ye old daughter died just 1 week after we relocated from Texas to Massachusetts. This morning at 4am I posted my latest blog entry called Just Breathe. Just now, and quite by accident, I stumbled upon your post about October ending, and someone telling you to let someone care for you. You mention “the wind was knocked out of me” and I had to gasp when I read that line. I get that. And if you are curious, see my post from this morning. I totally get that EXACT reference. I enjoyed reading your entry and will start following you. I’m so sad for you about your husband, the boys dad. No words will change it. But I know how gut wrenching losing someone you live deeply can be. I’m broken from losing my child. And even now, 4 months after her death, my husband and our two boys are walking wounded. So like you, I write and I try to love others in hopes that my love inside for her won’t make me implode. That is part if my journey.